Pizza Parlor: Pippin and Kratos
She, too, nipped another mozzarella stick. If they blew through this basket too fast they could always order another. Looking at him, Pippin assumed Kratos could eat all of the cheese sticks in town without having to unbutton his pants.
But she paused mid-chew. Dwarves? War?! Pippin had the feeling that was a big W person type thing, not a small W indicating a poor use of English as a second language. She stared at Kratos, her whirling mind putting things together behind those Irish green eyes. His expression had that dangerous look to it that she'd seen at The Battle of the Cultoids, only this time it was kind of directed at her.
No, she hadn't known he was A war, maybe like a Horseman with three brothers. If that was true, that was pretty fucking scary...but also really fucking cool and she wanted to know a lot more. Still...that look on his face. She had to be careful.